She walked into the house after midnight, her short dress clinging to her sweat-damp skin, and there he was, waiting in the living room like he owned every inch of her. Her father. The man who had raised her, fed her, and now stared at her with that same hungry look he had been giving her for months. "Strip," he said, voice low and rough. No hello, no small talk. Just the command.
Her hands shook but she obeyed, peeling the dress over her head, then the bra, then the soaked panties. She stood naked in front of him, nipples tight, cunt already slick from the filthy thoughts that had followed her all night. He stood up, tall and broad, and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her close. "You know what tonight is," he growled against her ear. "I'm breeding that tight little pussy. Filling it until it takes. You're going to take every drop from Daddy's cock."
He pushed her onto the couch, face down, ass up. His big hands spread her cheeks and he spat on her hole before dragging two thick fingers through her folds. "Already dripping for it. Such a dirty girl." He shoved those fingers inside her without warning, pumping hard and fast, the wet sounds filling the room. She moaned into the cushion, pushing back against his hand.
"Fuck me," she begged. "Please, Daddy, breed me."
He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock in one brutal thrust. Thick, veined, and already leaking, he buried himself to the balls. She cried out at the stretch, the way he split her open. He didn't give her time to adjust. He fucked her like he meant it, hips slapping against her ass, one hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise while the other reached under to rub her clit in rough circles.
"That's it, take Daddy's cock," he grunted. "Gonna pump you full tonight. Knock you up with my load. Your belly's going to swell because of me." Every word made her clench tighter around him. He leaned over her back, biting her shoulder as he pounded deeper. "You want that? Want your father to breed you like a bitch in heat?"
"Yes," she gasped. "Fill me up. Make me pregnant."
He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove back in. The new angle let him grind against her cervix with every thrust. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her tits. He pinched her nipples hard, twisting them while he fucked her senseless. Her orgasm hit fast and messy, cunt pulsing around his cock, juices squirting out around his shaft. He didn't slow down. He kept railing her through it, chasing his own release.
When he came, he buried himself as deep as possible and roared. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded her womb, pulse after pulse, so much it leaked out around his cock and down her ass. He stayed inside her, grinding slowly to push every drop deeper. "Not done yet," he muttered. "Gonna keep you plugged until it takes."
He pulled out only to flip her again, this time on her knees, and fed his half-hard cock back into her cum-filled hole. He fucked her slower now but still filthy, describing exactly how he was going to keep breeding her every night until her period never came. She came again, sobbing his name, milking him for more. He gave it to her, another load, even thicker than the first.
By the time he finally pulled out, her pussy was red, swollen, and overflowing with his seed. He pushed two fingers back inside to hold it in. "Keep it there," he ordered. "Daddy's breeding you proper."
She lay there panting, legs spread, feeling his cum settle deep inside her. He watched with dark satisfaction, already getting hard again.
Round two started with his mouth on her clit and his fingers scooping his own load back into her. They didn't stop until the sun came up, her body marked with his bites and bruises, her cunt thoroughly used and bred exactly the way she had always secretly wanted.
